I want to be born again, in exactly the selfsame life,
aware this time from the inside out, and to stand this time
as a beautiful un-worrying witness, living beyond
the need for this or that...
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Along the way I stop to see If I can find the why of me The "who am I" that's deep inside The real me that tries to hide But out I peek so you can glimpse Now and again, just by chance The curtain slips, defenses down And for a moment, there I am The who, the how, the why of me To all but God, a mystery.